I have begun art, again.After quite some time away from the meditation of art I am back in its flow. Like stepping into a place I have not been in a long time. I slowly re-adjust. I'm like a welcomed friend, returning from a long journey. All the sadness, all the pain, all the anger that I feel... returns to the surface. Unresolved, suppressed emotions, and events rise to the occasion. I'm closer to my soul than I've been in a long time. Art is a calling. Its a spiritual calling,  its calling me, and this time around I am unafraid of it's union. Too long have I wasted moments in retreat form its mission. It was in preparation I believe, preparation for the moment. All is one, past, present, future. I know this and I'm becoming dogmatic in reminding myself of it, to my suffering.

One step at a time, I walk the path I was destined to walk, amen.